a peek inside the poetic freak

So, I tried to type in the words as usual. But it seems that my hearing abilities have been degraded (or maybe I just don’t know the words they’re using) so there are some missing parts. Or maybe wrong words. If you happen to find them (the parts in this colour, or any other mistake I didn’t realise), do let me know. All help is appreciated. :)

She and I were inseparable. We had created the other. She finger-painted my eyes into me and I was grateful for the very sight of her. I dipped my thumbs, and painted each strand of hair; long, sweeping lines. Each pupil of an index finger twisted. I kiss her mouth onto her. We built the organs inside of one another.

We were the gods of us.

That was long before the shaking.

Before the earth began to shake under our feet. Before our voices became railed to trains. Before the world began to shake like fault lines.

“Your fault!”

“Mine!”

We became (what’s the word that’s supposed to be here?)

How vain were we to shove ourselves into each other like this?

Found it hard to function in another body. Knew your pace was 72 beats per minute without strenuous exercise. Love is not a strenuous exercise. It is an empty pocket. A bursting earth.

You are looting flanks in the valley, tempted by fates of breath to be the chest-first, clean-eyed vision of the setting sun. Unable to speak without each ringing, you are fading into a ghost in the smoke of all this breaking.

-crack-

Panic. Took out the luggage. It will be too much to carry. Break the locks. Ignore the anxiety. It’s a trap!

Grab the grenades in her vocal cords. Hurdle(d?) over the tears towards the exit. Leave the sandcastles behind her eyes. The ice sculpture in her lungs. The pendulum on her tongue. The medallion in her hips has lost its swing.

-crack-

The curtains have caught fire. There is smoke. Stay low. The tide will run down her face. Grab your “life back” jacket.

Breathe.

You will begin to reminisce. Let it flow. When everything became barren and hollow….

Remember the hook. You’re going to need it. Tie the knot. Untie it. Bow-tie a new one into a strong artery. Leave some slack never vertebrate. (I know, it makes no sense.)

-crack-

Turn right. Go down the corridor. Until you reach the end. Make another right. Open the first door on your left. The password is:

“I want to love myself again!”

Breathe.

Run through the door. Make another right. Slowly.

Breathe.

Make your way towards the window. Go. The ladder above the fire escape; climb into the next window. This is every room you’ve ever shared!

Breathe.

You(‘ll) remember how hard it was to….

Breathe.

You are a puzzle of missing pieces. Your (they lost me here) is a finger-less ring. Pull the pin. Toss the grenade. Enjoy the music of that place evaporating. Make yourself sing to it. Dance if you can.